July 16, 2012
I am grateful that I haven't dragged the hose over the tall phlox today and flattened them to the ground.
I did not swear or curse or make a scene yet about untangling hideously stubborn kinks, and I have not complained about the leaks. All the leaks.
I have not dislodged the blueberries with an errant spray on jet setting, and that is a small miracle.
I did not try to disconnect two lengths of hose while holding both in front of my face with the water still on, even though my glasses need cleaning.
I am feeling good today and thank you for your mercies.
There is no puddle of water in my left garden shoe and no slimy clump of damp mud in my right one.
I did not leave a black hose coiled in the hot sun, and then turn on the faucet to water the containers with 185 degree solar heated hot water. Not even once today.
I am at peace with the toils of watering in this season of too little rain and too hot weather. I can handle this. It is a good day.
Lord, I am going to get up now and make the coffee, and go out into the garden to water, and then I am going to need all the help I can get.